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A dark overcast |
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I'm afraid that it will take away the sunshine |
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But you look happy cause it will bring the rain |
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And wash away the dirty ground |
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We both see the same thing |
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With a different sense of color |
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I just want to hold on |
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But I want to let it go |
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Feeling every word you gave me is getting cold |
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I just want to believe in you |
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But now I'm realizing |
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I can't be there |
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In the world trough your optic |
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This tender wind |
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You suspect it will bring a freezing winter |
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In contrast, I believe it will bring a warm spring |
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Frictions make our figures sharper day by day |
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They twist my heart |
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Is it inevitable? |
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I don't wanna see you against me |
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But why is my heart attracted to this impulse? |
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Surely I get less able to lie to myself |
